Isobel made her way down the stairs, wearing black jeans and a cropped purple turtle neck. Her hair in a messy bun.
"So have you thought of any colleges?" Moira said to her step daughter as she brought her coffee up to her lips.
"No" she dismissed, taking a long gulp of the scolding brown liquid, her life saver. Moira sighed, taking a sip of her own drink,
"Well, you at least need to get a job" she said, "you're 18, Isobel" Moira added in a parental manner,
"I will" the girl said, getting frustrated as she got up, placing her half full coffee cup in the sink. "I'm going out",
"Where?" Moira asked,
"I don't know, I have my phone" she said as she threw on her leather jacket and her heeled boots. Ignoring her step mum as she slammed the front door shut.
It was a little later and she had found herself standing outside the Whyte Worm. Sighing she threw the butt of her cigarette on the floor and walked through the door. Straight to the bar,
"Isobel! Didn't think we were going to see ya till later" Toni said to her red headed friend,
"Erm, yeah- I was actually going to ask you a favour?" The red head asked, causing the girl behind the bar to stop cleaning the glass,
"What sort of favour?" Toni asked, eyes narrowing,
"Nothing illegal" the red head laughed causing her friend to smile, "I was wondering if you could get me a job behind the bar?" She asked, "to get everyone off my back you know- I mean, I know how to pull a pint and have worked in bars before?" Isobel said, more of a question.
"Sure, erm I'll have to talk with Joey, do you have a resume? Not that he'd even look at it, but you know it would look good" Toni added,
"Oh my God, thank you! Yeah, I can get one printed, I guess" the red head smiled at her friend who returned the gesture.
The two girls chatted with one another before Toni had to go clean some tables, "see you later" Toni said,
"Yeah, see you then" the red head replied as she made her way out, turning back to shout "message me when you're finished" Toni replying with a,
"Will do!"
"Isobel" a voice said from behind her, a voice she recognised straight away. Her smirk grew as she turned around to face FP who stood with a cigarette in hand,
"FP." She replied as she strutted towards him,
"What you doing here?" He asked,
"Trying to get a job behind the bar, believe it or not" she replied as she snatched his fag, taking a few drags before handing it back.
"Well good luck with that" FP said, as he watched the girl lift his cigarette to her mouth before passing it back. Her red lipstick marking the filter, the evidence of her mouth touching it.
"Thank you" she chuckled, turning her head to look around, FP still hadn't taken his eyes of her.
An inner monologue repeating in his brain. She was so young, yet from the short time they had spent together he had seen the maturity that radiated off of her. He couldn't deny that he found her very attractive, but his son was only a few years younger than her. That would be weird right?
It's not like they had done anything, astray from the teasing and flirtatious touching. So why was he thinking so much of this girl? She was Benji's daughter for Christ sake-
"What's with the thinking face?" The girl suddenly interrupted his line of thoughts. He shook his head slightly,
"What was that, doll?" He asked, as he tried to regain his thoughts, slightly embarrassed that he had zoned out.
"You were in another world" the young girl laughed, "what were you thinking about?" She asked, FP laughed,
"Was thinking about how we're going to get a burger" he said, obviously not about to share his real thoughts with the girl.
"What if I said no?" The girl teased as she took the last bit of his cigarette in which he had just offered to her,
"I would have to remind you of a little bet we made last night and of the fact you got to do what I say for a day" he replied,
"Dammit, okay after you. But remember, your day starts now" she said as, much like last night he handed her his only helmet, mounted his bike and waited for her to get on too.
The two were sitting in Pops, a burger in front of them both as they laughed at something FP had said. Isobel couldn't stop thinking about how this, to an outsider, would look like a date,
Is that what this is, a date? He was so much older than her, only a few years younger than her own Dad. Not to mention his romantic history with Saint Alice (which Isobel was still having issues imaging the tragedy) But she was attracted to him. That was for certain, she was pretty sure he was attracted to her as well. They got along, Isobel liked spending time with him. Get a grip girl! This isn't a date, she kept on repeating to herself in her mind, he would not be attracted to you in that way! She would add to try and calm her raging thoughts.
"Dad?" A voice said, a boy around the same age as Isobel said from the side, a crown shaped black beanie on his head.
"Jughead, what you doing here?" FP said awkwardly, as Isobel just watched the exchange.
"It's a Saturday, Dad. It's not like I have school" he said, as he eyed Isobel suspiciously. The girl catching on, put her fry down and rubbed her hand on her jeans before reaching it out for him to shake,
"Hey, I'm Isobel" she said, "no hand shake. Oka-ay" she said awkwardly as she retracted her hand back after the boy looked at it but made no movement to engage in the kind gesture,
"What the hell dad? She's probably still in school" Jughead said to his dad, glaring at the two. "This is your thing now is it? You don't change do you." Added,
"That's enough Jughead!" FP demanded calmly,
"Oh-" Jughead scoffed, "really? You're not even trying to hide the whore" This is what snapped Isobel's attention back to the rude kid, she slammed her napkin down on the table and turned to him.
"Me and your dad are not in a relationship" she spat, "he offered to buy me a burger." She added, getting closer to his face as she continued, "He is in fact a friend of my fathers. You want to start a fight with your dad, fine. I'm not here to judge your relationship together. But-" at first speaking calmly, her voice now getting angrier, "-you also have no right to judge me. Someone you have never met in your fucking life, come over and call me a whore? What gives you that privilege, dickhead? Hmm?" She got out of the booth, "I'm going out for a cigarette. Thanks for the food" she said to FP, before glaring at his son and storming out the building.
Jughead approached the girl slowly. "Hi", he said awkwardly, the girl snapped her attention to him,
"Come to call me something else? Slut, maybe?" She seethed,
"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that" he said awkwardly,
"Yeah, you shouldn't have" she replied, FP was still inside, paying for the meal. Staring out of the window to watch the encounter.
"I was angry at my dad, I'm sorry I took it out on you"
"You don't know me"
"I know"
The girl threw her cigarette on the ground, "Just don't do it again" she said as she made her way back into the diner. Jughead frowning as he watched her walk straight to his Dad.
FP glanced at his son before looking into the blue eyes of the beautiful redhead that stood in front of him, "I'm sorry" he said,
"Why?" She asked, "it's not your fault" she added,
"I shouldn't have brought you out" he said, placing his hand in his pocket as he awkwardly shuffled his feet, glancing anywhere but at her.
"Shut up" she laughed, "come on" she said again as she grabbed his free hand and led him out the building. FP was surprised,
"Look. No offence to your son or anything, but that was a dick move, and personally. It's none of his business, even if we were hooking up" she said.
FP didn't know what to think, and in fact was shocked that the girl had reacted to the whole situation this way.
"You think?" FP smirked, the red head laughed.
"Yup" she nodded, before checking her phone, 1:30pm, "half a day up, what do you want to do next?" She asked. Stepping closer to him,
"Well let me think"